Huffing as she poured another glass of tea, Rose cast an irritated glance out the window.

“Truly, what was he thinking? Searching for steamers without me? Who does he think he is?”

She crossed over to you, sitting next to you and intertwining her legs with yours. She tugged your head to her chest with another sigh.

“Ungrateful bastard, that Crow. After all I’ve done?”

She was fuming- practically vibrating with rage next to you. Her face was soon enough buried against your head, and she mumbled a few incoherent words. You were the only thing that could calm her down. And tea.